The Summer. Our Summer

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Chapter 11 (v.1)

Submitted: October 01, 2010

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Chapter Eleven

I sat in our front porch, looking out at the lawn and empty driveway. Mom and Caleb had left for job already, leaving the house alone Sunday morning and leaving me keyless, because I’ve forgotten to put my key in my purse. Now I was stuck outside in the summer heat, with my dirty dress and a hyperactive mind product of around ten coffee cups.

My phone went into erratic vibrations again.

I sighed. Couldn’t they just leave me the hell alone?

Rowan calling again. It had gone through a pattern. Around every five minutes Rowan would call, five more minutes would go by and Logan would call. I know I was probably scaring the living crap out of them. They could be thinking I was dead in a dumpster somewhere or drunk and with a naked guy beside me. Hundredths of bad possibilities, when truth is I just needed time to be alone and think about what I was about to do through.

It went to voice mail and I decided to check it.

“Avery Cassandra Watson! Why won’t you pick out your fucking phone!? It’s like the hundredth time I call you tonight, or should I say this morning! Really Avery where the fuck are you? Are you fucking okay?! Call me, please. Logan and I are totally freaking out as so is Braden. Not nice to disappear out of the blue. I’m going to your place; if you’re not there I’m calling Olivia,” she threatened and I hear a mumble that sounded like, “fuck Avery.”

I rolled my eyes. She’ll be here in about fifteen minutes. See my state and start asking fucking questions. I didn’t want that so I called her back. I knew she wouldn’t refrain herself of asking, but I could prolong it.

She picked up by the first ring. “Avery Cassandra Watson!”

“I’m okay Rowan, I swear,” I told her.

“Where the fuck are you?” she demanded.

“At a dinner place,” I lied. “I’m fine and alive now if my mom calls I had crashed your place, okay?”

“What? Why? Now you’re lying to Olivia? You didn’t even get home, not even now at nine thirty in the morning?! What the fuck happened at that party Avery?” she asked, for once not making a huge drama.

I sighed. “I don’t want to talk about it Ro. I just want you to know I’m okay and you don’t have to go home. I’m not there anyway.”

“You’ve got to talk about it Avery. You can’t keep it locked there…”

I didn’t hear the rest of her speech. I wouldn’t keep it locked up for long; she didn’t have to worry about that.

*

“What are you doing out here Avery?” Mom asked as she saw me in the porch when she got home.

I’ve been out here for around eight hours now and believe me it wasn’t comfortable, even more so with Rowan’s and Logan’s calls.

“I kind of forgot to take my keys,” I shrugged.

She looked at me and I mean really looked at me. I hadn’t seen myself in a mirror but I was sure I looked like a mess. Mascara was probably smudging my eyes, while my dress had a nasty beer stain, my eyes probably looked swollen and blotchy, and to end it all, my feet were dirty and my hair was a single tangle.

“What happened to you Avery?” she asked astonished.

“Um, someone spilled their beer over my dress,” I told her. “And I didn’t brush my hair when I left Rowan’s.”

God, why was I lying to her? Probably because she’ll freak out at me spending my whole night at a dinner after Logan’s ex threw her beer at me and told me how reality really was.

She sighed. “Have you been here for long?”

I shook my head. “No, of course not.”

She nodded and opened the door. “Want something to eat?”

I shook my head. “No thanks. I’m just going to take a shower.”

“Okay honey.”

God I felt like such a terrible person lying to her, but I couldn’t tell her the truth either.

I darted up the stairs and to my room, gathering my stuff and slamming the bathroom door shut.

I switched the water on, hot water all the way and little cold. I just needed steam to relax. I undressed and stepped in the shower, letting the boiling water unclench my muscles and letting myself relax into it. I put my forehead against the humid linoleum and let a sob out. I was going to hate myself for what I was about to do, but it had to happen sometime eventually.

*

I blinked rapidly, letting my eyes adjust to light and stretched hearing my joints crack. God I felt so groggy and sluggish.

I looked over at my clock. 11:25 A.M.

Was it Monday already? Had I slept for almost a day? Had I? Oh God, I was so late for work. So freaking late.

I got out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom muttering, “Shit.”

I got dressed in a daze and ran down the stairs, almost falling and sprinting for my car. I was so late. I was never late. Never, I believe I’d been late to work once and that’s because I had a doctor appointment.

I think I violated around fifteen transit rules in my way to Carol’s Books, which was a record for me and not one officer had been to stop me. Incredible, really.

I parked and almost hit Logan’s Jetta, slammed my door, closed the car and ran to Carol’s Books.

“Hello Avery,” Carol grinned.

“Hey Carol, sorry I’m late. I fell asleep and well I didn’t even had breakfast,” I said and as in response my stomach grumbled.

She chuckled. “It’s okay Avery. Logan was worried sick, though. He says he hasn’t seen you since Saturday night and you’ve been avoiding his calls.”

I swallowed. “Um, yeah well… That’s complicated. Is he here, right this second?” I asked.

She shook her head. “He and Luke went to buy some things we needed for the cleansing and the coffee shop.”

I nodded. “Do you mind if I go and buy a bagel or something, really quick?”

She shook her head. “Of course not sweetie.”

I smiled at her and went back to the street. There’s a bagel business right beside the bookstore so I walked over and grinned at the yummy looking bagel being announced. They didn’t just sell bagels, sandwiches, ice cream, salads and stuff along those lines too.

I opened the door and took in a big breath my stomach lurching at the smell.

I went to the counter, there wasn’t anyone in line, and actually there were a scarce number of persons in here.

“Hello, what can I do for you?” a guy grinned at me.

“Um I want a blueberry bagel please,” I told him.

“Bagel working for the beautiful lady,” he said and punched in my order in the cash register. “It’s one dollar please.”

I grinned at his enthusiasm. “Here,” I told him.

“Okay, so anything else, coffee?”

“No thanks,” I told him and he nodded, going to get my bagel.

“Here and enjoy,” he grinned as someone called. “Gary get your ass in here.”

“Thanks,” I told him, took my bagel and bit down on it, savoring it as my stomach made an appreciative noise.

I walked back to Carol’s Books just as Luke and Logan came in carrying a bunch of things. Suddenly my stomach didn’t appreciate the food so much and I felt nauseated. He looked so good, grinning at my car and laughing with Luke. I could still run and go by unnoticed.

“Ave-star,” Luke grinned and waved in my direction. There goes unnoticed.

“Hey,” I waved back softly.

Logan looked at me, a big question mark in his eyes. If only he knew what was coming.

Luke looked between Logan and me and rubbed his neck nervously. “Um, I’ll take all of this inside and be right back for what’s left,” he mumbled carrying a bunch of things into the store.

I walked the steps left to reach Logan and he looked at me.

“You disappeared Avery,” he said.

“I know,” I told him, looking down at my feet.

“You didn’t answer my calls, or Rowan’s Avery. What happened?” he asked.

I chew on my lip. “I… we…” I trailed off.

I had to gather enough courage to tell him exactly what I wanted, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t.

“You what Avery?” he asked.

“I don’t belong in your world or with you or outside of my bubble that so far had been intact. She was right,” I told him, not being able to look at him. If I did I would break right in front of him and I wasn’t allowing that.

“Who was right Avery? And what’s that bull about you don’t belonging in my world or with me? You belong where you want to be and who told you all that bullshit?” he demanded, his hand resting under my chin, trying to make me look up as tears flooded my eyes. “Huh, Avery? Dammit answer me! I’ve been bottled up with a feeling you don’t want to talk with me anymore all weekend long. I spent my night worrying sick where you might be and now you won’t talk to me?”

I let out a small sob as he crashed me into his chest and caressed my hair. “What happened Avery?”

I sobbed into his chest. “I can’t do this Logan.”

“Can’t do what? Be with me? Don’t you want to be with me? Who got this bull into your head?” he demanded softly.

Why was he asking me this? Why was he making it harder for me? Why? Why couldn’t he accept the simple fact that we didn’t fit into the same universe therefore this was so wrong because I couldn’t be the right type of girl for him?

“Please answer me Avery,” he pleaded.

I swallowed. “Please don’t do this Logan.”

“You are asking me not to do this Avery? Don’t you realize what are you doing to me?”

I closed my eyes tight. “I can’t handle this.”

“What happened at that party, because everything was perfect until the moment I left you alone,” he said. He made connections fast. I kept my eyes shut, taking him in. How his arms wrapped protectively around me and his scent, all of him.

“I don’t know what happened okay, but I want you to know that whoever told you that bullshit is wrong. You belong where you want to belong and if that’s with me than so be it. And tell whoever told you that that they are big fat idiots and that they are wrong; for the simple fact that you are wonderful just as you are and that I Logan Trainor like you for that, for the real you and that they can leave my girlfriend the fuck alone or they will suffer, okay? Don’t let anyone convince you that not being yourself with others like you are with me is wrong and that you don’t belong, okay Avery? Because if you do I’m going to have to kiss some sense into you.”

I smiled through my tears “Okay,” I croaked back weakly.

He caressed my hair and kissed my forehead. “Remember they are big and fat, but overall idiots.”

I let out a small shaky laugh. “Okay.”


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